“Shit, how come you never told me your girl could do that?” Ransom scrubbed a hand down his face. “Logan hates witches.”
A cold chill ran down his spine, and the pit in his stomach grew. “Would he harm her?”
“What the fuck are you saying, Jonasson?” This time, it was Ransom who took an aggressive step forward. “You think my wolves would harm a female?”
Bo cleared his throat and placed a gentle hand on Ransom’s shoulder. “I don’t think he would hurt the girl, even if she was a witch. Logan’s hate for anything magical runs deep, but he would never lash out at any innocent.”
“Let’s put an end to this now.” Ransom pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen, then put the receiver to his ear. The furrow between his brows deepened as seconds ticked by, and there was obviously no answer. With a frustrated growl, he put the phone down. “Voicemail.”
Hardy scratched his chin. “Could be busy.”
“Is his cabin far?” Cross asked.
“Won’t be in it, I guarantee,” Bo said. “He rarely spends time indoors. Only goes to his cabin to change clothes and do his business. If he’s not with the horses, then he’s patrolling around the territory.”
“I’ll check the stables; you check his cabin.” Cross didn’t bother to wait for the other Lycan’s confirmation, but instead, transported himself to the stables. A quick check in the stalls and around the perimeter told him that neither Logan nor Sabrina were there, but he could definitely detect their faint scents in the air, which meant both of them had been here recently.
His wolf growled; it hated the other Lycan. More than that, it could sense Logan’s beast. To his wolf, that’s what the other man’s animal felt like—a caged monstrosity, waiting to get out.
His hands curled into his fists, and though he seriously wanted to tear the entire building apart, that wouldn’t help, so he popped back to Ransom’s cabin.
“—Snake or Hawk haven’t seen him either, but someone from housekeeping saw—” Hardy stopped short when Cross reappeared.
“What did housekeeping see?” Cross asked, his voice tight.
Hardy’s lips pulled back into a grim line. “Someone from housekeeping said she saw one of the trucks driving away. Couldn’t see the driver, but said the passenger had white-blonde hair.”
“Goddammit!” Cross wanted to rip something up. Preferably Logan’s entrails out of his stomach. His inner wolf agreed as it bared its teeth. “I’m going to kill—”
“Cross, don’t,” Ransom warned. “Calm the fuck down.”
“Calm down?” he groused. “How the fuck can I calm the fuck down when he’s taken her—”
“Logan did not fucking take her!” Hardy shouted.
“Then explain how she’s gone and how—”
“Every truck has a GPS tracker,” Ransom said calmly, though the dominant authority in his voice was unmistakable. “We can find out where they are. Silke has them at the lodge. She’ll pull up—”
He didn’t even bother waiting for him, but instead, grabbed both men and transported them to the main lodge, outside Silke’s suite. Ignoring Hardy’s colorful curses as he staggered back from their landing, he banged on Silke’s door. When she came out, he quickly explained to her what was happening. She led them down to her office so they could track the missing truck.
Her dark red brows snapped together as she squinted at her computer monitor. “Where are you … where are you … ah!” She slapped her palm on top of the desk in triumph. “There you are! Damn it, Logan!”
“Where are they?” Cross asked.
“Looks like they’re in town. Just pulling into the credit union’s parking lot.”
“Credit union?” Hardy asked. “What the hell are they doing there?”
Cross could only guess, but he had a pretty good idea. “Sabrina has probably convinced Logan to give her money, maybe to take a bus out of town.” He pulled the monitor around to face him, focusing on the location and the address on the map.
While both he and Daric had the ability to transport to places they hadn’t been to, as long as they had a map and clear view, his father was much better at it. That was why whenever they needed to go somewhere, Daric would lead, and he would follow. But he had to try. If he didn’t get to Sabrina now, he’d have to chase her halfway across the country.
“You going to them?” Ransom asked.
He snorted.
“Take us with you.”
“What?” Hardy waved his hands and shook his head. “No way. I ain’t travelin’ via magic airlines. Gives me the creeps.”
“Well, I ain’t letting lover boy deal with Logan alone,” Ransom said. “You’d probably send him to Antarctica just for being alone with your girl.”
Hardy waved his hands. “No way. You—”
Silke grabbed onto his arm. “I’m coming too.”
Ransom glared at his sister. “No, you stay—”
“Sabrina’s obviously in distress.” Her nails dug half-crescents into his skin. “Please. If she was upset enough to ask Logan to help her, then she’ll need someone there she can trust.”
His wolf growled angrily at him. She was supposed to trust them, not that other beast. “Fine. Hold on.”
Hardy’s face turned red. “Goddamn motherfu—”
Adrenaline, desperation, or maybe it was the thought of Sabrina, but somehow, he was able to safely bring them to their destination in one piece. He had chosen the rear of the building, just to be sure no one saw them appear out of thin air.
Not bothering to wait for the others, he quickly sprinted toward the front and spied the truck at the end of the parking lot. He hurried over to the vehicle, but saw it was locked and empty. Muttering a curse, he turned around and began to walk toward the bank. He was only halfway across when he saw the glass doors open, and Logan and Sabrina came out. Instantly, her gaze connected with Cross’s.
Before he could say a word, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. His wolf was on alert, as if warning him of something. He should have acted on his animal’s warning
